Alright, Well this is my first story I have written, so sorry if its rough around the edges! But it does eventually end up meshing with twilight, I just wanted to do something completely different, so hopefully it all works out! Oh-and I will go into a lot further details as the story goes on!

Disclaimer, I own nothing…all credit goes to SM

The New World

Usually night time was the scariest. They would come unexpected, you would hear heavy boots echoing down the empty city streets. Maybe a few shots would be fired, maybe muffled scream would escape into the silent night, a babies wail, a mothers plea. Squealing tires and then nothing. Silence. Finally you would let out a breath you forgot you where even holding, and thank God it was not your family this time.

"Christine, come away from that window!" my mother scolded to my 6 year old baby sister. My mother rushed to where my tiny sister was standing and pushed her roughly aside as she closed the heavy brocade curtains . "you know we can not even go near the windows at night….they are always watching!"

Would life ever be the same again? I asked myself. So much has happened and so much has changed. First the banks where nationalized, we thought it could be a good thing. Then National health care moved in replacing the need for insurance and good doctors.

'Doctors' I scoffed mentally…I would have better luck with a butcher…at least they might show some human compassion'

It was 8 o'clock which meant lights out, I went and pulled a book of our regulated book shelf and sighed in discontent. Even our literature was closely controlled. Anyone caught with contraband books meant immediate departure to one of the "reformation' camps as they called them. I sighed heavily and placed it back and then went to go upstairs.

My room was dark and chilly for we where not allowed to heat our home as we once used to.

Because of the on going war in the east, oil fields where disappearing faster than they could be found. Not to mention the fact the government used up all that it possibly could fighting this war to get more. 70% of the worlds oil was gone. It was falling apart fast and I was watching it happen in slow motion.

I glanced on my night stand and looked at the picture of Brady, my big brother. It had been over a year now, since the flu, but still it hurt to see his big smile looking at me. I was beyond tears, but the memories never seemed to fade.

Wrapping my heavy quilt around me I knelt down in my closet and then checking to make sure no one was close, I carefully lifted one of the dusty floor boards and out of the darkness I pulled out my favorite book.

The Lord of the Rings. It was heavy, all three books bound together with faded pictures on the cover from the movie version. I glanced at the other books stashed away and a small smile played on my lips.

The Bible, a gift from my grandmother at my baptism when I was 16 years old. Next to it was Gone with the wind, the wizard of oz, a clock work orange, catcher in the rye, American history 101-a text book I rescued from the school book burning-so that my future children would know the truth. So many memories wrapped up in these books! To forever remain buried and hidden was a tragedy.

I grabbed my book, lit the kerosene lantern by my bed and was whisked away to a far better world.

I awoke with a start, and my book landed on the floor with a lour thud. The small flame cast shadows on the wall around me, and a strange sound was coming from outside. I slowly rose out of bed and walked across the icy cold wooden floor to my window. I pulled back the curtain and I froze. Outside across the street was a black truck with 5-6 armed Secret Police. I watched in Horror as they ran up the steps to my neighbors home and forced the door down. Screams and shouts echoed out into the black street.

Lucille, my closest friend from before all this madness was dragged out onto the street by her hair, while her mother was forced back by one of the SP(secret police). They threw her onto the ground and pulled a gun to her head. "Tell us where you are hiding it!" they demanded.

"Please... don't hurt my daughter!" her father begged…while her mother kept screaming and trying to fight off the guard.

The heavy truck door opened and out stepped the Captain.

"What is all this commotion? Why have you fools not found it yet!"

The Captain was short and thin, but the look in his eyes made up for his small stature. He was pure evil in the thickest form. Hired by the government to track down rebels, smugglers, and anyone holding propaganda or contraband items.

The Captain strolled over to where his SP was holding the girl, and in one fluid motion took the gun out of his hand and execution style put a bullet into the crying girls brain.

Her Mother went ballistic, the father crazy with fury! The Secret Police then dragged the hysterical parents into the street and then loaded them into the back of the truck.

Off into the night the truck drove, while the blood of my best friend flowed down the street like a river of tears.

This is my life, this is the cruelty of the world I now live in.